Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Organ,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Japan,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Index,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.